sky
-:- josh sohn -:-
It's not like the sky was falling.

It wasn't. Skies don't fall. They dance. Dip. Undulate. But they don't fall. They're attached. Firmly. Like me and my anchor. Laden, but upright. Necessary.

Maybe I'm lying. Maybe the sky does fall. It changes color and holds you up and keeps you down and everyone knows it breathes. Don't all things that breathe fall down eventually? And what about stars and satellites?

They fall.

What makes me happy is waiting for a train I know is going to come. Waiting and whistling. Thinking about pottery...